Elara'S POV
I did my best to slow my thundering pulse and catch my breath. The horny part of me berated the voice of reason for being so damned stubborn. But I couldn’t give in. The seductive pleasure Xavier tempted me with would consume me. It wouldn’t be a casual f**k—it would be comparable to last night with Lysander. So much more.
No. Xavier would bare my soul. He’d wring every ounce of wantonness and every naughty fantasy from my eager body. Then I’d never escape here, never escape them.
I couldn’t let that happen.
Pulling myself together, I lowered into the chair opposite him. He moved his white chess piece without giving me a word or a glance. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the wetness there, and frustration burned in my blood.
This was going to be a long game.
It was
